Albus pauses. He is nervous about the blindfold and the being blind. He was fine with being blind when it was his choice, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses. But to have someone else tell him this and blindfold him, led the boy to become anxious. After all, his brother always did stupid pranks with the words trust me infront.

[Text] Baelfire where are you? [Text] it’s been three hours, come home [Text] Pup!

Bae was somewhere. An alley? A hallway? He couldn’t tell. He remembered he told Luke he was going out for a bit and he’d be back within the hour. Errands. He just had to run errands. Errands turned dealy quick. It was like a dream, a TERRIBLE dream. Pinned in a corner, SCREAMING and then everything went black.  When he opened his eyes he was laying in a puddle. He had not always been in a puddle. He tried to move., it resulted in him yelping in pain. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Was it- ? It had to be. Brown eyes read it, quick through blurred vision. With all remaining strength, Baelfire types out a few responses. 

[ Text: Luke ] Luke? I'm scared. [ Text: Luke ] It's so dark. 

The first two texts sent but as Bae’s hand trembled to type the third, his phone fell onto the ground and his head fell against the wall. 

[ Text: Luke ] H3lp m

Unsent. 

It was a warm day out on the lawn of Hogwarts. Albus was sitting out there with his sketchbook, as well as his messenger bag and was focusing on doodling, while sitting on the blanket the other had brought.

He bent down, crouching close to his sketchbook as he worked, his longer hair blowing in the wind. It was yet still too short to tie back, but long enough to get even more messier by the wind.

As he shaded the edges of his doodle, he paused, feeling something being placed in his hair. Reaching up, his fingers felt the soft petals if a flower, and the boy scowled playfully, looking at the boy who did it.

               There was something eerily familiar about Alexander Lightwood. Though he was not a direct descendant of William, he looked a whole lot like him. To the point that it unsettled James when he first returned as a mortal. And now, seeing him train this way, his mind regressed to its original timeline. 

“William?” He asked, stepping inside the room. His voice had been small and unsure, eyes full of hope, but he froze. This wasn’t William. Alexander Lightwood, he reminded himself. 

send me “HUG” for my muse’s reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine’s waist.

              “I wonder who this could be.” 

Jem smiled and tilted his head as he leaned back into the other’s embrace. He knew, of course, who this was. Ever since his return, there had been only one person to stick by his side through everything. Jason. Sure, the boy was a medic and he had very little choice in the matter… but he hadn’t been forced to care about him.